One Night Of Regret Novels & Stories

Driven by alcohol, fueled by rage and despair , he barged into her room, his emotions spiraling over and despite her pleas, he vented it all on her, hurting her physically and emotionally. The next morning, he woke up, regret washing over him, and worse, Nadia's refusal to face him, was both a relief, yet dagger to his chest, even though he had no idea why he felt so much regret. He stood outside the bathroom door, his knuckles resting against the cool wood, his mind trying to recall what he really did the previous night, but everyone of them were vague.

"I was wrong, I know that. Just give me one more chance. Anna is dead. She didn't make it out of Level Three. There's no one left to come between us." I laughed, short and cold. "Rhett, you're the one who should never be forgiven. The truth is, you've never actually believed you did anything wrong. Give you another chance, and you'd make the same choices. You'd still go to that signing, and Ophelia would still die." He reached toward me, then let his hand drop. "Nora, I'm sorry. I regret everything." I looked up at the night sky and the stars scattered across it. "What is your regret worth, exactly? Can it give me back the years I lost? Can it give me back my daughter?"

Then everything will go back to normal. The meeting dragged on for two grueling hours. The shareholders threw numbers at me about the millions lost. I nodded, promised action, and stared them down until they backed off. Finally, they filed out, still grumpy but satisfied for now. "You've got one week fix this mess. Mr. Anderson. The door clicked shut, leaving me alone. I slammed my fist into the wall. My knuckles split open, blood trickling down. It felt good, the pain sharpened my focus.”

"If you don't wake up, I'll come down and be with you." As he was rushing out, I called out, "Lorenzo, I'm giving you one last chance. If you walk out that door today, we're done forever!" He paused but did not turn back. After a while, I walked over to the window and saw a black car driving off into the night. I grabbed my suitcase, closed the door, and left. The unrequited love was finally over.

No amount of punishment on Janice could ever undo the pain she had caused me. Even if I were reborn, I would never accept their repentance. In less than a week, Janice completely broke down. Disheveled and filthy, she hid in a corner and suddenly realized something. I was dead. As long as she lowered her head and admitted to her faults, as long as she could earn Jasper and Casey's forgiveness, she still had a chance. If she survived long enough, some power and resources would still be hers. So, she knelt before Casey and Jasper. "Jasper, Casey, I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have hurt Lisa. I didn't mean to, I just felt so insecure. I grew up without parents and cared about you two so much.

"Aurora! I told Damian I wanted to apologize, and I can't believe he brought you here. I know I was wrong that day. Will you forgive me?" I looked at Damian, but he just kept flipping through the auction catalog in silence. So that was the real reason for this trip. So Clara could apologize. The whole “clearing my head” excuse had just been a cover. I felt empty inside, as if something inside me had been hollowed out, but I didn't even have any tears left to cry. Clara reached for my hand, her eyes full of regret. "I really didn't mean to hurt you. I was just so excited. After being away so long, it's nice seeing everyone again, and I can't help but feel happy about it."

Adrian gets up and starts leaving. He can feel the weight of her words echoing in his mind. The bitterness in her voice cuts deep. “People forget after committing mistakes, but they definitely get the fruits of their deeds; I see only regrets in your fate.” she screamed. He knows she's right. As Adrian walks away, he can't shake off the feeling of guilt and regret that now consumes him. He knows he has hurt her deeply, and the consequences of his actions are now staring him in the face. The harsh reality of his mistakes hits him like a ton of bricks, and he realizes that he may never be able to make things right again. The words of the woman he once loved haunt him as he walks away, knowing

It was the least I could do. Morning came too quickly. It wasn't really a sleepy night because I couldn't get any sleep at all I kept thinking and tossing on my bed all night. I rubbed my eyes and swung my legs over the side of the bed. The events of yesterday played on a loop in my mind, and a wave of regret washed over me. I couldn’t believe I had let things get this bad. Tamara's sight on the bed a bitter reminder of my mistakes.

“I can't. Don't you understand? I can't stay away from you…” “Why not?! You have a mate. You're my father's friend. You're my mate's father. Don't you realize how sick this is?” “No.” Her scent was killing me. I wanna fuck her. I wanna own her. Those were my thoughts, so I was barely listening to her outburst. Not until she got my full attention the hard way. “I regret that night. I regret everything. If I should take back the hands of time to that night, I'd never get close to you. Do you understand that?”

“I'll fetch you when I'm back from work. Rest up, we're going to have a passion filled wedding night.” Nausea choked me at the thought of a passion filled anything with Greg. I gagged and was suddenly grateful that I'd had nothing to eat. At least there was nothing to throw up. Needless to say, I didn't rest well. I spent a few moments shouting, hoping that Greg's grandmother would hear me and come to my aid - no such luck. I then spent the rest of the afternoon plunged into the depths of my regrets. And then darkness fell, and the room became so dark that I could barely see my hand in front of my face.